Featured: Pumpkin Patch

What possessed us to grow a pumpkin patch
I cannot remember.
We didn’t own a watering can
But you were sure
And I was happy to go along.
In our youthfulness we dreamed
Of burnt umber orbs
Feeding a dying friendship
Which splintered like rotten wood
When summer passed.
After I moved out
You wrote me only once
Telling me the new homeowners destroyed
Our pumpkin patch. I did not mind.
We had reached seasons end.

 

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Carolyn D. Elias is a poet has been published in over 25 literary magazines and websites. When she isn’t writing, she is working at Lutheran Campus Ministry, Morris or volunteering at her local art gallery.